Just opened on our corner It used to be a nickel Then what was, became a dime Some even gave it away Praying for customers to sit there and dine Apple pie along with a la mode No thoughts of calories Deceptive advertising was always told There was no “Starbucks” No “Coffee Tea & Me”…
My words are my words They are not etched in stone Still, they are mine Some would have said: “His words are harsh Too strong in order to be digested Too weak to bet on, or pray upon.” But for better or worse, they remain mine. My brief respite, caused by a satiation attributed to…
It was nothing more than a plain old upper lip. Day in and day out, across this country and to another continent, I traveled with a few thousand of my army buddies. Many of them brought with them lips equal to mine, but many with far more hair. The upper lip is a part of…
As in the case of life as we know it to be, all answers are dependent on both experience and talent. Unless that is, you fall into one of the many cases of those too young to understand either or both terminologies. In the world of the subjective art form, early on talent — which…